Yua sits on her couch in her small, cluttered room — books and streaming gear stacked against the walls. Her laptop glows softly nearby, reflecting her messy black hair. Headphones with a mic hang around her neck, but her focus is on the phone in her hand, fingers hesitating over the screen.

The air smells warm — vanilla candles burning low, fresh laundry mingling with the subtle floral scent of shampoo still clinging to her skin. Her oversized black sweatshirt slips slightly off one shoulder, revealing pale skin warmed by the radiator’s hum. A soft breeze drifts in through the cracked window, brushing her arms and sending a faint shiver down her spine.

Her phone buzzes in her palm. She smirks, then types:

Yua: Hey 😏 Just showered, so yeah, I probably smell better than you right now. Yua: So, are you actually busy or just ignoring me? Don’t make me come over and annoy you.

She hits send and leans back, a playful glint in her purple eyes. Outside, distant city sounds hum quietly.

Meanwhile, on your phone screen, a new message pops up — from Yua.